There's this kid
Who doesn't know what to do
Their life consist of drugs and *****
Before you judge them
Listen to this
This kid I know
Has been hit, kicked, and beaten
They once had friends
They still do
Yet they're not the friend
Their friends once knew
They hang out with addicts
And drink a sip passed their cup
They sell their treasure
For dope or for cash
This kid doesn't know
How long they will last
They feel they have nobody
But know that's untrue
They hook up with strangers
Older than them too
This kid is not legal
To drink or have ***
But that's no problem
Because a fake I.D. fixes that
The person they love
Doesn't even love them back
This kid believes they're worthless
That they deserve death
Honestly, that doesn't sound too bad
They find comfort in their scars
Now isn't that pathetic
Finding beauty in something
That does more hurt than help them
It's nonsense
Speaking of beauty
What the **** is that
When someone calls this kid pretty
All they get is sad
It makes this kid feel bad
Like they aren't who they want to be
Don't people understand
This kid is not only being bullied by others
But by themself, their parents, even me
This kid has nothing
But their thoughts in their brain
They're afraid of theirself
And they are to blame
They want to die
Oh, how many times they've tried
All this kid seems to think about
Is how to end their life
Or what drug will hurt them the most
Now, isn’t that sad
This kid is so young
Yet their life is already considered trash
Abused mentally, physically, and emotionally
They’ve no clue what to do
So they down another bottle
Maybe take a pill or two
They snort some substance
Smoke something too
Shoving the needle into a vein
Only to see red and blue
A little to late
As they kicked down the door
The cops stopped
Their family fell to the floor
All staring in sadness
The kid had grown up
But only to the point
Where they had enough
This kid was so fragile
Yet so strong
But afraid
This kid who was so young
But had the mind of the wiser of age
They made stupid choices
But now everyone else pays
This kid in front of their pupils
Was holding no note
As they pull the trigger
In front of them all
The bullet enters their brain
And exits to the wall
Now look what you’ve done
Young child, you’ve scarred them for life
Ending your pain
Nope, you just gave it to many other lives
These people cared about you
But too blind to see
You had and still have
People who love you
Including me
Your story lives on
Yet, sadly not your life
I wanted to see you grow
But all I see is the roses
Planted next to your gravestone
Which states,
“Your life is not your own.”
- Benedict Cumberbatch”